One Of My Favorite Families In Mythology. Whether It's Because Of The Misfortunes That Follow Them, Or

Swan lovers 🦢✨🦢

ɪɢ: floralfaun_

which bat photographed by Jose G. Martinez-Fonseca are YOU today?

Today's DW ship of the day is...

Rodger x Poppy !

Ship names; MysteryBubble, BowCase, BlownGlass

It Ain't Easy

Devotional art for Set, my protector & guide. The journey may not be easy, but nothing worth doing ever is. Dua Set!

Isis: Dandelions symbolize everything I want to be in life.

Osíris : Fluffy and dead with a gust of wind?

Isis: Unapologetic. Hard to kill. Feral, filled with sunlight, bright, beautiful in a way that the conventional and controlling hate but cannot ever fully destroy. Stubborn. Happy. Bastardous. Friends with bees. Highly disapproving of lawns. Full of wishes that will be carried far after I die.

Horus: Edible.

Redraw of my very first comic that’s just over a year old.

[ID: A three page digital comic featuring Jimmy, Curly, and Anya from Mouthwashing. Jimmy is colored in solid green, Curly is white, and Anya is blue.

Jimmy leans on a table, shaking and holding his stomach.

Jimmy: Oh my god. (doubles over, still gripping the table) OH MY GOD. Curly, sitting on the sofa: You okay? Jimmy, laying over the back of the sofa, bent at the waist: I am in so much pain. Curly: Maybe talk to Anya?

Jimmy sits across from Anya at her desk, looking desperate. She is smiling, unbothered.

Jimmy: I'm in so much pain and I don't know why. Help. I thought it was my appendix but I already got that taken out YEARS ago. (holds his stomach again, all caps) I can feel it in my fucking legs.... Anya: That sounds odd! I can give you painkillers, but if that doesn't work, there's not much else I can do. Jimmy: Okayyyy....

Jimmy takes the painkillers with a "thanks...." before starting to leave. Anya watches him walk out the door before lifting two fingers to her head and pointing her other hand at him, grinning with red eyes. "Period Cramp Beam" is written by her arm. Jimmy hunches over, hugging his stomach again with a groan. end ID]

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this was so relaxing and fun to draw <3 wistful sigh <3 killing him badly <3

🌸 From One Mother’s Heart – Please Read 🌸

My name is Saja. I’m a wife, a mother, and a woman who once believed her story would be simple. I thought my days would be filled with watching my daughter grow — from her first smile to her first steps — surrounded by the small joys of everyday life.

But life had other plans.

War has returned to our home. Again. And once again, we find ourselves living under skies that never seem to rest.

There was a moment — a fragile, breathless moment — when the bombs paused and the world seemed to remember us. It gave us hope. We thought maybe, just maybe, we could start to rebuild. But now, we are back in the dark — hiding, holding on, praying.

I’m writing this not as someone seeking pity, but as a mother who has no other choice but to speak.

Imagine holding your baby in the middle of the night, not because she cried, but because the world outside roared too loud for either of you to sleep. Imagine whispering bedtime stories not to lull her into dreams, but to keep the fear from settling into her tiny bones.

This is my life.

This is my daughter’s life.

And even now — especially now — I believe in softness. I believe in kindness. Because when everything else is taken from you, hope becomes the most valuable thing you have.

Why I’m Reaching Out Our home has been damaged. Our lives changed. But through it all, my daughter wakes up every morning with a smile. She reaches for me with trust, with love, with faith that I will keep her safe.

That’s why I keep going.

I’ve launched a campaign to ask for help — not because it’s easy, but because silence is no longer an option. I am asking for support not just for me, but for my baby, and for the quiet strength of so many mothers like me who are fighting, every single day, to hold their families together.

How You Can Help: 🤍 Help us restore parts of our home so we can live with dignity 🤍 Support women and mothers in Gaza with access to care and resources 🤍 Keep the light of hope alive for a generation born in the shadows of war

💛 If you can, please support our journey here:

Chuffed

I Am Saja – A Mother Holding On Through the Return of War

My name is Saja. I am a wife, a mother to a precious 8-month-old girl, and I am writing this in a moment that I wish I didn’t have to live t

If you can’t give, please consider sharing. Your voice might be the reason someone else hears ours.

From My Heart to Yours Maybe our lives are worlds apart. Maybe you’ve never lived through war. But if you’ve ever held a child and wished the world could be better for them — then you understand more than you know.

I don’t want my daughter to grow up thinking the world turned away.

Please, if you’ve read this far — thank you. Thank you for seeing us. Thank you for caring. We are still here. Still hoping. Still holding on to every kind act like it’s a lifeline.

With love and endless gratitude

Sun bleached Flies